Jerry had said this before and he was about to say it again, this was bad. Like always the sudden release of pent up energy had given him jelly bones and he was now incapable of moving much of anything down below. How long he would stay this way was unknown, the last time it happened he was out for about fifteen minutes. But those were punches and these were bullets, much more dangerous and a lot more force. He could be stuck here for hours in this den of carnality. 

While he struggled to move his toes, his arms and upper torso were fine. Silver lining. With Kate gone and him functionally paralyzed Jerry had little else to do but sit tight. Looking at the ceiling Jerry tried to filter out the groans and thumps that seemed to come from all sides, but it was a losing battle. He was about to explode with embarrassment when he heard a doorbell ring. Normally it wouldn't bother him but the words that fallowed it ran cold in his veins, [i]"What can I- Oh my, police officers!"[/i]. 

With the cops at the door Jerry panicked, [i]"They must have came for me!"[/i] he thought. Looking around, Jerry hurriedly tried to find a place to hide. The only place that he could feasibly hide in would be the closet but it looked far to small for Jerry. Plus his jelly legs wouldn't get him very far and the closet looked a little cramped, chock full of questionable objects. It looked like this was it for Jerry before he looked up and found his saving grace. Hurriedly Jerry pulled off the clothes from his torso, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and finally placed one hand into the handcuffs that adorned the bed stands. With a little struggle he got his other hand locked as well, while burning with embarrassment this would work...maybe. With little other to do besides pray, Jerry started thinking of an excuse if the cops did show up.